A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at 3:10

was the one who picked the name for

there was a simple building with windows that had a

drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white

no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it

looking outside. His thin

doctor had almost

was still alive. He had lived two months longer

a glass of water

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

Mark seemed like he had not

stood there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It

twitched when

the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

favorite food,” Mark

of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby?

began to fumble in

stopped and shook his

it

not call her,”

didn’t have to give

to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward

“Please take your medicine.

you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste

took the medicines from him

lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to

done, Mark looked

weaker and weaker until he

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it was

Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

doctor had almost given up

lived two months longer than

him with a glass

for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a

Mark seemed like he

a while, he murmured, “Today is

twitched when

this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook your favorite meat

her favorite

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for

stopped and shook

but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called her at all. He knew

better not call her,”

have to give Cecilia too

very sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass

“Please take your medicine.

you can go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have

the medicines from him and swallowed them

the bed, and a nurse came in to help put

she was done, Mark looked

his grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until

This time, he had a dream

of the hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

was much like that of

secretly for a while and call

fact, this Cecilia in his dream was so

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark,

this point,

walls of the hospital room were white, just like

gently closed his

needed to have more

over his body.

buy the pumpkin pies by

plump foreign nurse was

really wanted to return home. He missed his home so

Zoey cooked, and the apartment

knew he couldn’t change anything for

up as

continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

determined to stay strong and

it difficult to go back to

bed and started to

The

go there because

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought of

Peter came back to the

a snowstorm on

pumpkin pies are still warm,” he

just then, he saw the paper planes Mark had been making

neatly arranged the paper planes and smiled at him,

have some of your

Mark only actually took a

was not more than

it in his mouth, he put down the spoon because he felt

narrowed his eyes and

go back home and have a family reunion,”

Angela’s Library

assured him. But he could see that

it, Mark’s phone

it was around 4

somehow a little upset when he looked at the caller ID.

it. Maybe Edwin misses you,” Peter urged

into a

boy,”

the phone. It was an international call,

voice sounded a little

him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to a girl. Her name is Olivia. Olivia

given birth to a girl that had been

trembled so violently

brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

come see you next week. I’ll ask her to take photos of the baby

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

Waylen said, “Mark, no matter what, I hope you survive

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with

too much in the first half of his life. He

sniffed and put

never even dared

who had been standing in the room all along, was eager to hear what had

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he

he said with

a good sign on the first day of the new year. And Olivia is a

began to stroke one of

back home to

Angela’s Library

a glance would be

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